Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-03-04

cordins TO his taste. She sang nothing
but modern ballads and little French and
Italian songs, and had attempted in vain
to render classical music to his liking.
Then il was that she had taken counsel
of the organist who had recommended
Jenny To her.
So Jenny sat at the piano and sang one
song after another to him. Her reper-
tory contained chiefly old ballads-such as
"My Mother Bids Me Bind My Hair
and solos from the oratorios. Mr.. Feyne
said very little, but sat in his dark corner
with his eyes fixed on Jenny. 1t was
only when Lady Eleanor said that she
feared they were tiring Miss Wilson that
he said in low voice to Jenny: "Ah, /
forgot that was selfish; l could listen TO
you forever"
Lady Violet. who had come into the
hall. rang the hell and asked the servant
to show Miss Wilson to the housekeeper's
room. "You will want something after
all that singing" she said, kindly, land
l have told Mrs. Benson to have some
supper ready for you"
Jenny was bowing her way out when
Mr.. Feyne made some hasty steps towards
her.
II cannot thank you enough" he said,
gently; ''you havesso much reverence and
religion in the tones of your voice, that
one feels better for listening to you"
When she was gone the party criticised
her singing.
ut is a pity" said Mr.. Reyhill. "that
she doesn't learn something besides those
old songs and sacred music. It's all very
well of Sunday evening to have sacred
music. but one likes little change of
week day."
Mr.. Feyne answered little hotly that
to sing any other kihd of music would
spoil Miss Wilson's voice. Don't you
agree with me?" he cried, tuning 70
Lady Eleanor, THAT her style is perfect.
Any change would be for the worse. !"
.'She sings charmingly," replied Lady
Eleanor, little vaguely. Whereupon
Mr.. Fcyne returned.
"Ah. | forgot, Lady Eleanor, You
don't care about music. wonder at it. "
Eleanor grew crimson. II am learn.
ing ID care for il, she said hestatingly.
The next day at breakfast Richard
begged his sister TO ask Miss Wilson 10
come up again and sing. Lady Violet was
only too glad to be able 10 provide some
pleasure for him. She readily acquiesced.
but when she and Lady Eleanor were
sitting together in the little boudoir, she
referred to the subject oil Jenny, and
found Eleanor far from responsive. Lady
Violet's sitting room was pretty little
room overlooking the lake and distant
woods. II was simply crammed with
knicknacks and pretty little useless
things. There were plenty Of little tables
covered with china and silver boxes and
bric-a-brac. There was no such thing
as reasonably sized table at which
any one could write in comfort.
There was great enamel box
of French bonbons which was con.
tinually replenished, there were plenty
of magazines and novels. and q
profusion of delicately scented hothouse
flowers. Everybody became hopelcssly
idle directly they entered the room, and
they always spent the morning with Their
feet on the fender, carrying ON the most
desultory conversation.
II am so glad Richard liked her sing.
ing" Lady Violet was saying. "for il
will help me 10 persuade him 10 stay on
here.
"Yes." answered Lady Eleanor, o.
little drily, Miss Wilson's singing may
have that desired effect"
..ANI,. Nil ,,.hat =. lao "a -
no harm, surely
mo. no, cried Lady Eleanor. quickly,
''nothing. feel sure she is a very good
girl. il Is only my folly. ! thought Il
fancitAd-oh, never mind. Don't lets
talk any more about 1t. Let's see this
new fruck Of yours. | cant he sure
whether | should like the silver with the
salmon color" And her cheeks still re-
maincd crimson. though she was ap-
parently occupied with the consideration
Of Lady Nioet's wardrobe.
So Jenny came up again and again to
Reyhill place, and sang of an evening TO
Mr.. Feyne. He was always courteous
and kind. There were moments, so
Jenny fancied, when he entirely lost
sight Of her personality, and only identi-
fled her with her music. as one might
think Of bird. He said many things to
her in praise Of her voice, but never made
her any mere compliments. There was.
Jenny felt, a curious relation established
between them. Unconsciously. and with
out analyzing the feeling, she looked for
ward eagerly TO these evenings. The dim
.hall. with its vague scent Of viOlets, the
warmth and the luxurious beauty of the
house, after the chilly dinginess of her
homc. the sense OF easy leisure after the
toilIng anl moling all day brought 10 the
little scamSircss an indetinalle sense of
pleasure. Had Lady Violet been older
she would have forcseen the danger, hut
such an i,lea never occurred 10 her. She
was much too busy with her own round
Of enjoyment. And Mr. Feync himself,
absorbed in the pleasure Of The music.
and too clIivalrous and modest 10 think
he was inspiring any other feeling than
that Of the merest friendship, where it
was his intention to inspire nothing
warmer, never dreamed Of any drawback
To his intimacy with Miss Wilson.
There was a little woman staying at
Reyhll who always liked TO have her share
in what was going on. She was a little
old spinstcr Of good family and very small
means, who spent her life in visiting
going from one great house TO another.
playing when others danced. writing
letters for the lady OF the house. going in
TO dinner with the bore OF the evening,
and performing thousand little duties OF
the kind in return for the hospitality
offered her. She was toady and mis-
chief maker, hut was 80 useful that she
was still welcome guest. She had al
ways an inexhaustible store OF confidential